Five minutes later, the three menmoved to the plush rug in the center of the office. Valentin produced candles, which made thelighting moody rather than sinister. They moved the coffee table and tossed the couch cushions on the floor, making a bed of sorts.
A cozy place to fuck.
Wes lay next to Assa, raised up on an elbow and spooning him from behind. Valentin stood above them, holding a bottle of lube he’d produced from a desk drawer. He removed his boxer briefs.
Wes’s mouth went dry at the sight of Valentin’s glorious alpha cock, its swollen pink head leaking pre-cum. In front of him, Assa squeaked.
“Sure you’re okay with all this?” Wes whispered into his ear. “If this isn’t what you want, you can always say so.”
“If you try to derail this train, I will hurt you,” Assa half-joked. “I want this. Valentin’s who we’ve been waiting for.”
Wes kissed his shoulder. “I think so too.”
Valentin knelt in front of them and ran his knuckles down Assa’s shoulder and torso. When he reached Assa’s waist, he transferred his hand to Wes, sliding it along his hip and thigh.
“I have condoms,” Valentin said. “If you want to use them.”
After exchanging a look with Assa, Wes shook his head. He supposed this was one of the nice things about having sex with an alpha. They didn’t get sexually transmitted diseases. If they were having sex with another beta, condoms would be a must. He tried to imagine why Valentin had them handy.
“Do you keep them around for omegas?” Assa asked, apparently wondering the same thing. “For pregnancy prevention during heats?”
“No. I don’t fuck omegas.”
The decisive words fell with finality from Valentin’s mouth.
The usual reason for an alpha not to have sex with omegas was because he was in a committed relationship with a beta or bucking social stigma to be with another alpha. It was unheardof for an unattached alpha not to sleep with omegas at least occasionally.
Wes was sure there was a story there, but Valentin didn’t offer details, continuing simply, “I have condoms because some betas like to use them.”
“Makes sense,” Wes said. “We would if you were a beta or an omega, but honestly, since it’s safe, we’d rather go bare.”
“This reminds me of sex ed class back in high school.” Assa grinned at Valentin. “Alright, now that we’ve gotten the condom talk out of the way, how about you join us on the rug?”
Valentin’s gaze heated. He shifted onto his knees but didn’t lie down. He slid his hand back and forth over his straining erection, circling his thumb across the red tip.
“Something the matter?” Wes asked.
“Just taking a second to admire the view. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to touch anyone so badly. Really, truly wanted to touch. And now—” his cock jerked in his hand “—I’m letting thatwant, that ache to put my hands on you,to claim you, work its way through my body.”
Assa trembled, whispering, “Alpha.”
Wes shuddered at his husband’s ragged voice.
Valentin couldn’t have known, but he was pushing every button Assa had, making him feel chosen. Assa’s pleasure became Wes’s.
Lust-drunk and dazed, Valentin kept stroking his cock. “Do you know how stunning you are? When I saw you tonight, it was like I’d been struck by lightning. Watching you dance. Then you came here to meet me. So sexy and brave.” He ran a finger along Assa’s cheek. “I want to make it good for you, because you made me want this.” He moved his hand to Wes, gripping his shoulder. “Gorgeous betas. So much trust in each other. Now you’re letting me share it.” He leaned down and kissed Assa, then brushed his lips across Wes’s. “Thank you.”
Wes felt Valentin’s words in his chest. He didn’t know alphas could betender.
“Alpha,” Assa pleaded. “Need you.”
Wes’s eyes flashed to Valentin before he pushed Assa onto his stomach. Assa crossed his arms beneath himself, resting his forehead on them. Valentin stretched out on Assa’s other side, and he and Wes began rubbing Assa’s shoulders, journeying downward until they reached his peachy, freckled backside.
Valentin checked in with Wes one last time. “Still good?”
Wes winked, then watched hungrily as Valentin knelt between Assa’s legs. Spreading his ass cheeks apart to reveal a smattering of red hair, Valentin nosed into Assa’s crease. Darting his tongue out, he licked a stripe up the length of it.
“Stars!” Assa cried out when Valentin began working him in earnest, licking and sucking at his hole.
